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Friday, July 6, 2012

Flash Fiction Friday, July 6, 2012 ~ The Abyss of Summer Love

Not so lazy, and warmly responsive to this photograph, permit me to Flash again. This time on the subject photo. So tender the memories of youth's first hot summer love. It was my first, not my last, trip that summer to the aquaduct to "watch the submarine races".

Ah, how I wish it had really been like this my first time. How I wish it had been with Kevin the night I traced I love you on his varsity football hardened thigh in the pre-cum of his eager manhood. Not withstanding the past, it can be whatever we want on the white willing pages of our imaginations. And this is mine.............

The Abyss of Summer Love

It was not our first date, that hot first summer.When I opened my heart and my body to his young, trembling touch, it was with an eager abandon leaving me fragile, quivering and anxiously wet.

He was patient and wonderously hard, as he lovingly brushed an errant curl from my upturned face, expectant eyes wide. Unaware, I floated into the embrace of his blue gaze and in a suspended motion, I settled my young body on his outstretched cock.

I nearly exploded as he slid into me.Filling me with his heat, we watched our bodies disappear into the abyss of summer love.

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Now, please ... indulge yourself and visit the creative imaginations of my dear friend's, who have written a piece on where this photo took each of them. You can find them all here, Flasher Fiction Friday, or one by one below: